Maybe...?

CHAPTER 32

"Can I just tell you something crazy?" I utter.

It's dark here.

I'm lying in Lucas bed.

Don't think like that, you, dirty person.

He's sitting in his piano's chair.

"I'm listening." He replays.

Two days passed since that horrible moment happened.

I've been enclosed in my bedroom precisely those two days, until now.

I didn't go to class

Luis and Richard didn't let me.

And, of course, I wasn't in the mood either.

I watch my phone and I've got 32 texts from Julie. They all ask me where I am, what happened, Am I fine...etc.

And, sorry, but I double lined her.

"Let's go to Venecia." I say out loud.

"What? Are you insane?" He's bewildered.

"Maybe a little bit, but I need to go there."

"Luis and Richard would never let us go."

Lucas plays an A on the piano.

"I don't give a fuck. I'm not hers, and you neither."

"Well... there's another obstacle, the money, we haven't got enough."

"You were the one who had positive thoughts, what happened?" "C'mon, it's only a plane ticket, then we can stop cars until we get to where we want."

"And the sleep site?" He hesitates.

"Don't talk about it, let's sleep in tents."

"We're only 17..."

"I thought you were more adventurous." I say, sighing a long and deep sigh.

"And I am adventurous, but..."

"But?"

"I'm worried about..."

"About?"'

I feel that our eyes gaze at each other.

"You. I'm worried about you."

"You don't need to." I tell him.

"You're still too fragile."

"I'm not. She died, but I know she's here, she will always be here, beside me." I utter with a clipped voice.

He shrugs not very convinced.

"Please." I begging him.

"But promise you are okay."

"I promise."

He looks at me, unsure.

"Pinkie promise you." I smile.

He laughs, nodding.

"You're planning to escape?" Lucas starts to pack everything he sees.

"No, of course not." "I'm just planning to grab all my things and go out at night."

He growls.

"Escaping sounds too rebel." I grin.

"And... you want me to go with you?"

"NO. I'm telling you all these for fun." I roll my eyes.

"Don't be sarcastic with me. I was asking because I thought you didn't like me." He says it, biting his lip.

"And I obviously don't like you" I blush. "But I need someone to go with."

I don't even know why I told him about going to Venecia.

Paranoia maybe.

HEART: Or maybe it was the thing that flies around your stomach ever since you met him.

"You could take Julie with you."

"Are you telling me you don't want to go?" "Because, it's okay, I won't carry with you."

"Why you always take everything in a bad way?" He sounds irritated.

"I don't take everything in a bad way¡" I shout him.

"Not?" He asks sarcastically.

"Shut up, and tell me If you really want to come with me."

I aim to relax myself.

It's always like this.

He shouts, I shout.

"I want to go with you."

We stare at each other for a while.

Is this the guy I'm falling for?